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4.04 AVERAGE
4.04 AVERAGE
Malina is holding me, he's sitting on the edge of the bed, and for a while neither of us speaks. My pulse isn't any faster or any slower, I show no signs of paroxysm, I am not cold, I'm not breaking out in sweat, Malina is holding me and holding me, we do not separate, for his calm has passed over to me. Then I disentangle myself from him, straighten out the pillows by myself, clasp my hands around his - it's just that I cannot look at him, I stare down at our hands as they clasp one another tighter and tighter, I cannot look at him.
This is a very difficult one to organise and I wonder if it misses the point to attempt. Bachmann's project is something I feel quite cautious about trying to define. The introduction describes the novel as 'a portrait in language, of female consciousness, truer than anything written since Sappho's Fragment 31.' I'm not in a position to attest to the validity of that but!! what a claim!
There's fantastic work here on untangling the knot of postwar Austria, the generational trauma and the specifically masculine character of Nazism, an unacknowledged presence until the second section. It's too easy to call that chapter a dream though there is a Freudian invitation - whatever we like, it's an absolute peak of the novel it is extraordinary writing thank you very much Ingeborg. Live, Write, Mystery.
Probably my question is whether this is the piece that completes the idea of The Yellow Wallpaper. IB provides a psychoanalytic depth that Gilman didn't have the language for so it's good to see. THEATRE
'My father has gone to the theatre. God is a show.'
There's fantastic work here on untangling the knot of postwar Austria, the generational trauma and the specifically masculine character of Nazism, an unacknowledged presence until the second section. It's too easy to call that chapter a dream though there is a Freudian invitation - whatever we like, it's an absolute peak of the novel it is extraordinary writing thank you very much Ingeborg. Live, Write, Mystery.
Probably my question is whether this is the piece that completes the idea of The Yellow Wallpaper. IB provides a psychoanalytic depth that Gilman didn't have the language for so it's good to see. THEATRE
'My father has gone to the theatre. God is a show.'
This book was absolutely insufferable. The prose was disjointed and dull. I tried to read this book over the better half of a month and simply could not take it any more. I struggle with putting aside books, so it really says something that I put this book down.
challenging
dark
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Never have I been more intrigued and more confused by a novel in my life before. It’s not so much of a straightforward story with a plot but a riddled, fragmented, and chaotic descent into an unnamed woman’s mind
Content Warnings
Moderate: Sexual violence
dark
reflective
medium-paced
dark
emotional
mysterious
reflective
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
adventurous
challenging
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
challenging
dark
emotional
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
This book was densely emotional and almost plotless. A star rating is almost meaningless since it’s mostly just a flow of confusion, a psychological delving, and fantasy mixed with a sociological and historical pain.
Heartbreaking. Still very much a fan of introspection over action in books; I care more about the character’s response to the plot than the plot itself. I like the weird, loose writing (so many commas), the letters and dreams.